Hibernation Time

This Blog will now go into hibernation for a short period, and resume in due course with research into the life and times of the Eldridge family.

As mentioned in previous entries, the Hetty-Jane Owen story is - or will shortly - be available as a full manuscript in one PDF file, and, frankly, that's a much easier way to browse through this story, than working through the entries in this blog. I am currently proof-reading the manuscript one last time, after which it will be freely available by request.

Just to clarify who the idiot author of all this nonsense is: I am a grandson of Hetty Jane Owen and her husband, Charles Albert Eldridge. Hetty died in 1953, eight years before I was born, so I never met her, or any of her Bradley, Owen, Robinson or Wombwell relatives. Maybe that's what intrigued me so much about their stories.

I have lived and worked  in North Cyprus since 1994, and prior to that in Turkey, and continue to work as an educational management advisor, teacher-trainer, and English language specialist in one of the universities in North Cyprus, so I truly do classify as 'expatriate' - as the British call themselves when they move to other climes. It would never have occurred to me to call myself an immigrant, or migrant, or economic migrant, or refugee, or any such term that we like to use in Britain when the process operates in reverse. Interesting, but not a subject that will be explored further for now.

I should just say however that this background has been significant in developing certain perspectives and opinions, not to mention biases and prejudices that no doubt surface in the telling of the tale. For which, I do not offer any particular apology.